Walking Down Prospect St by Diana Rose

Mexican couple carryingplastic bags of groceriesenough for tonights dinnerlaugh as they passthe wife balances a flat of eggs in one handsmacks her husbands ass with the other.Simplicity is the root of all happiness.

Lillac trees swayto the breeze of speeding carsPuddles splash up onmy soaked shoes as they squish squish squishlike a Kerouac haiku.Funny the crazy looks you getwalking through afternoon rain.

Like the smile I got from you

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So nice to read something this good--this hopeful--on a Labor Day morning. It gives one hope that things will get better in spite of ourselves.

Having this published on Labor Day truly means something to me.. that my thoughts and labors of my pen dont go unnoticed in this great big sea of great writers...my work lately is the observations of the world around me for that is what matters most.. the simple joys and pains that is of this world.Thank you so much Mike and Donal for reading.Ive been a fan of your magazine for some time ... would like to feature you in the future on my BTR show!!Much Respect Diana